David nervously ran his fingers through his hair. He suddenly wished he hadn’t agreed to let Maria cut his hair just before his first blind date. He didn’t feel like himself.
“Stop messing with it, David. It looks great.” Maria said, lying a cloth napkin in her lap. “I’m so glad you let me get rid of that shag.”
Kyle grinned, “I don’t know. That jew fro was looking pretty sweet.”
“He’s never going to meet anyone looking like that. He looks much better now.”
Kyle raised the menu so his wife of six months wouldn’t see him roll his eyes.
“There she is.” Maria said, looking over David’s shoulder with a smile. She waved enthusiastically and David turned to see his date.
She walked in wearing a pale pink summer dress that just barely brushed the ground as she walked. David could see a pair of silver ballet flats peeking out beneath the hem. She had her white-blonde hair pulled back in a single fishtail braid that trailed down to her mid-back.
David thought she was lovely. He stood as Maria hugged her friend.
“Agnes, this is David. David, this is Agnes.”
Agnes smiled complacently at the ground and took her seat next to David without a word.
“It’s nice to meet you,” David said. “Maria tells me you’re an artist.”
David thought he saw Agnes shoot her friend an accusatory glare. The waiter appeared, to the obvious relief of Kyle who ordered a round of beers for everyone.
“I suppose. I sketch occasionally.”
“Oh, she’s brilliant.” Maria interrupted. “You should see the drawing she did of Kyle and I from the wedding. You know, Agnes, David just graduated with Kyle.”
“What did you study?” Agnes asked, focusing her pale blue eyes on David with a hint of boredom at the small talk.
“Marketing. I just got a paid summer internship with an ad agency. I’m hoping they’ll hire me on at the end of summer.”
“Agnes, doesn’t David’s hair look nice?” Maria struggled to keep the conversation going. David saw Agnes glance at him and shrug her shoulders. “He let me cut it this afternoon. You should have seen how shaggy it was.”
“If I should have seen it, why did you cut it?” Agnes eyed David curiously, reaching for a piece of bread at the same time.
“Oh, believe me, it’s much better this way.”
“If you say so.” Agnes said, tearing off a piece of bread with her long fingers and placing it in her mouth.
Maria sighed, and David almost felt bad for her. She had been so sure that the two of them would hit it off, but this woman obviously had no interest in conversation – whether with him or with anyone he wasn’t sure. He watched her tear another piece of bread off and place it in her mouth as she looked around the quiet restaurant. She looked bored.
David wondered how long he’d have to wait for that beer.
This piece was written as a part of my fictional work-in-progress, Finding Agnes. You can find more from Finding Agnes here.
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